sara's Shiny red blog

Recently I wrote about how, as a kid, I believed that Sea-Monkeys were genuine hominids I could purchase and reconstitute with tap water. But that's certainly not the limit of the ignorance and confusion I've demonstrated through the years.

"Wait. What?"

As a small child, I thought that when I went into an elevator, the outside world rearranged itself at the touch of a button. I wasn't moving between floors; I was witnessing instant redecoration. Yes, this reveals both a loose grasp on reality and an alarming level of narcissism.

I believed that men were physically incapable of crying.

There was an air vent in my room up near the ceiling, and I thought my mother could watch me through it, somehow.

Because my neighbor Lisa Perez told me so, there was a time when I thought that moss was gravity.

As a kid, I once got hold of my mother's unattended lit Lucky Strike cigarette. I picked it up, clamped my mouth on the unlit end, and blew. Unclear on the concept.

I had a set of magic markers that I believed were truly magic. Their powers were a little nebulous, but I treated those pens with reverence and kept them in a bathroom cabinet.

Mis conceptions have always been a part of real life. If all your thoughts were accurate, think how boringly regular life would be. I love to create misconceptions in my head just in case I may need one. (Grade 3)